The monsters in Yunzhou were in a mess, each fighting exhausted, lying on the ground and panting.

Seeing that they finally calmed down, Pan Long asked, "That head is gone, what are you going to do now?"

"What else can you do? Just run away!" A rabbit giggled and replied, "This place is too dangerous! We thought that the gods of Yunzhou besieged Yiwu in one go, and they could win in one go. When the corpse of Yiwu landed on the ground, they might be able to divide the two... Now Yiwu is still jumping around in the sky, but someone among the gods of Yunzhou is dead..."

"Yes, God knows who loses and who wins! Let's run away!" The wild boar spirit said loudly, "Yiwu bullies us, and the monsters in the East China Sea look down on us, so why are we joining in the fun!"

"I go back to Wanhua Mountain. The jars of good wine buried in spring should be ready to drink."

"Go together! Go together!"

"Didn't you just said you were going to beat me to death?"

"We have wine to drink, we are half-brothers. It's a big deal, let's talk about it after drinking it."

"You are the cheapest in the world!"

"As long as I share the wine, I don't mind the cheapest in the world."

"Pooh!"

The monsters cursed and walked away with their arms around each other.

Seeing them moving away, Pan Long couldn't help but want to laugh.

It is good to be well-trained and disciplined like the East China Sea monsters, but it may not be bad to live freely and happily like the Yunzhou monsters.

Happy is also a lifetime, and seriousness is also a lifetime. If you can live happily to the end, you can still smile when you die and say "Eat tofu and peanuts together, and smell like ham" then this life seems to be quite good...

After Pan Long smiled, he had just returned to the village gate, but suddenly felt a tightness in his heart. He couldn't help but look up and saw dark clouds spreading out. A huge giant bird spread its wings to cover the sky, surrounded by raging flames, so bright that it is hard to see directly.

"Ao Qianzhi, Ao Qianye, I see that you have a lot of bad luck in the dark clouds, and today there will be a great disaster in life and death!"

The voice was clearly from Bi Lingkong's painter, but compared with her previous peaceful and quiet tone, the clamor that resounded through Yunkong was full of arrogance and pride, and she seemed to be a domineering and arrogant loner. She dared to kill anyone and would not give anyone any face.

Two green lights flowed between the giant bird's claws and wings, and I clearly heard the voice of the man in the two dragon gods answering before.

"Bi Lingkong! If you have the ability, you will kill someone. What's the use of bragging!"

Immediately afterwards, the woman's voice also sounded: "Bi Yao Shen, one of you and me is about to die today. If we can't kill you and die under your hands, there is nothing to complain about. Why bother nagging like this!"

As he said that, two green lights wrapped around the giant bird's feet, and pulled them hard to both sides, making it unable to wave its claws to launch an attack.

Immediately afterwards, various rays of light roared from all directions and pounced on the giant bird.

With a loud bang, Pan Long felt a sudden shock in his heart. When his eyes came, he saw the surrounding mountains, rivers, flowers, plants and trees... everything was shaking.

I don’t know how much vibration it was when this hit.

The giant bird let out a muffled groan, and its huge wings fell down, but it started to burn before it landed, turning into countless fireballs.

Seeing so many fireballs falling to the ground, Pan Long was shocked.

These fireballs are transformed from the feathers of the demon god Bi Lingkong. Each fireball contains powerful magic power. It is hard to say that it will burn mountains and boil the sea when it falls on the ground, burn the village and ignite the mountains and forests.

If these fireballs fall down, this radius of hundreds of miles will probably become a sea of ​​fire, and there will be no one-tenth of the creatures that can survive.

He held the cicada wing knife tightly and stared at the falling fireball.

Although he couldn't stop all the fireballs, he at least tried to stop the ones falling to this side.

He can't help the world, and he can save the person in front of him.

Seeing that these fireballs were about to fall to the ground, suddenly golden, yellow and white lights rose into the sky, blocking them one after another.

In the light, figures of people who looked no different from ordinary people stood in the air.

"All demons, you can fight, don't harm the people!" Amid a rich golden light, a figure who looked old and looked like a cane sighed, "You are sorry for your loved ones, don't you care about other people's relatives?"

"Oh! Old Marquis, they wouldn't pay attention to what you said." In another golden light, a middle-aged man who was almost skinny and thin, sighed, "If they could understand the truth of 'human heart is the heart of heaven', how could they have this battle in front of them?"

In another golden light not far away, a general with a broken armor and a hedgehog-like arrow was stabbed by an arrow and said angrily: "If you are not my race, your heart will be different! For them, only your relatives are noble, and all living beings are just their food!"

In the sky, the giant bird suddenly spoke: "Fan Wushang, don't say such beautiful words! When you led your troops to wipe out my Confucian sect, did you ever show mercy because everyone is a human race? You deserve to say 'Their hearts will be different'? You are not the same as the people!"

"Everyone can be punished by rioters!" The general shouted angrily, "I just regret not exterminated you, the thief, at the beginning!"

"Haha! Look, as soon as you get the interests, you put away all your hypocritical justice!" Bi Lingkong laughed loudly, "A traitor? It seems like you are not! Who took the salary of King Min, but defected to the rebel king Zhao Sheng and betrayed his lord? Isn't it just your 'General Wansheng' Fan Wushang!"

Fan Wushang was so angry that he drew his sword and was about to rush forward to fight, but was pulled by the old man.

"Fan Chenghuang! You must protect the people under your rule and do not act rashly!"

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the people came to persuade Fan Wushang.

Pan Long frowned slightly when he saw it. He didn't expect that there would be such a big conflict between Bi Lingkong and Yunzhou City God Land.

He had already seen that these figures were all loyal ministers and generals who were enthroned as the City God after their death. These people should be like Bi Lingkong to protect the people and be against those demon gods who fought against the lives and deaths. But in fact, most of them were enthroned by the Daxia Dynasty, and were all ministers of the Daxia Dynasty during their lifetime. There was no common language between them and Bi Lingkong, the number one thief in Daxia!

Thank God before the two sides started fighting!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Bi Lingkong's temper is really irritable. She has been besieged by so many demon gods, and she even makes words to provoke the City God Land... Isn't she afraid that these City God Land will also join the battle group?"

After thinking about it, he felt a little curious again.

Painter Bi looks like a calm and gentle person, how come he is so irritable when fighting?

Which one is the calm and gentle painter before or the arrogant demon god now?

Just as he was thinking, the City God land had blocked all the fireballs in the sky. These fireballs were blocked by the divine light emitted by the gods, exploded in the air, turning into countless Mars, dissipating without a trace.

The whole process was like a huge firework exploded in the sky.

Then, dark clouds emerged again, covering the sky again. Apart from the constant roar and fighting sounds above, there was no way to know how the battle was.

The city god lands also disappeared one after another, as if they had never appeared before. Even the whistling wind calmed down, and the world suddenly became quiet.

But this quietness is particularly uneasy, as if there is some danger being fostered, which makes people frightened, but they don’t know what to do.

Pan Long frowned and stood at the entrance of the village, staring at the sky.

Suddenly, he saw a red light flash in front of him, a black feather with golden edges floating in front of him.

"Is this...Yiwu's feather?"

He hesitated for a moment and reached out to catch the feather.

The feathers fell on the hands, and there was no flame rising, but they were a little warm.

Pan Long held the feather and was a little puzzled.

He didn't believe that the feather fell down randomly and fell into his palm.

There is no such coincidence in the world!

It will fall to itself, and the biggest possibility is that Bi Lingkong is manipulating behind the scenes.

But... why did that demon god with great power manipulate this feather and send it to him?

He thought for a while and took out the painting.

As soon as the drawing paper was taken out, the feathers suddenly flew up and turned into a stream of light and fell on the paper.

Then, a vivid crow suddenly appeared on the shoulders of the portrait.

This crow looks similar to an ordinary crow, but if you look closely, you will find that the tips of your mouth and claws seem to have a faint golden red light flowing, and even the black feathers all over your body also have the same golden red light.

"Could it be... this crow is her own portrait?" Pan Long said puzzledly, "But what is the purpose of her painting the portrait on this piece of paper?"

"Nothing is intended." The crow on the portrait suddenly spoke, "I happened to see you, just come over and talk for a few words."

"Ah?!" Pan Long was shocked and asked, "Aren't you fighting in the sky?"

"Will fighting in the sky affect me chatting with you?" The crow showed a very humane smile. "For me, no matter when, I can have a thought to chat with others. This has no effect on me."

Pan Long then realized, thought for a while, and asked, "Senior, the two dragon gods had entrusted me to transport their corpses back to the East China Sea. The dead Yunheyuan River God also entrusted me to transport his residual soul back to his hometown. Do you know why they all asked me for help?"

"You have merits to protect your body and can protect their souls." The crow replied, "It's strange that you are young, why are your merits so heavy? Could it be that you are the reincarnation of a great Buddhist monk? Or did you save the world in your previous life?"

Pan Long was speechless, and he himself didn't understand.

"What exactly is the so-called 'merit'?" he asked.

"That's what the monks say. To put it bluntly, it is the gratitude of sentient beings to you. A person's gratitude is insignificant, but the gratitude of millions of people can be condensed into a powerful force."

"What's the use of this power?"

"Strictly speaking, it's useless." Bi Lingkong said, "The monks said, 'People with profound merits turn misfortune into good fortune before their lifetime, and transcend and become saints after their death'... That's all nonsense. The key to a person's encounter depends on the changes in the world. Wen Er fool said it well, 'the progress of history' is the main cause, and 'personal efforts' cannot be said to be useless, but it is not very useful."

It paused and continued, "As far as I know, there are two greatest benefits of merit. First, it can offset all kinds of curses and calculations. The thanks from thousands of people are condensed, which is enough to distort the fate in the dark. Everything that wants to curse you and want to calculate you will face this twist. It's okay if you have kindness, but you will be dizzy. No matter how he tries his way, he can only see a blur."

"Where are malicious?"

"Of course, you will suffer from your own consequences! If you want to make you diarrhea, he will suffer from diarrhea; if you want to die, he will die by himself; if you want to divine you, you will be temporarily blind, and time will be determined by his malice."

Pan Long couldn't help but smile: "Then this merit is still very useful!"

"That's it. I have encountered countless curses and divination over the years. I don't have the merits to protect myself. You see, I'm still doing well. Who can do what I do? Zhao Da bastard said very well. He must be strong himself. The most important thing is to have the ability. The merits to protect me is actually just an embellishment."

Pan Long nodded and asked again: "What about the second benefit?"

"The second benefit is that you don't need to be alive." Bi Lingkong replied, "When you die, you will protect your merits and will not have to go around the underworld and be reborn directly. If you don't mention your qualifications in the next life, you will not forget your future. It is equivalent to living a new life again."

Pan Long was surprised: "Is there such a benefit?"

"Of course. If it weren't for such benefits, why would those guys want to ask you to help send them home? They just want to reincarnate with your merits. They don't care about the qualifications of the next life, but who wouldn't want to keep their future and live a new life?"

Then Pan Long suddenly realized why the two Dragon Gods of the East China Sea and the River Gods of Yun Heyuan both had to ask him to help with the funeral.

"Then will this cause any loss to me?" he couldn't help asking.

"It will consume some of your merits. But your merits are so profound, and it is actually nothing to consume some." The crow replied, "It's really strange to say that, why do you have so many merits? You can't figure it out!"

Pan Long figured it out.

My own merits are probably accumulated in the worlds created by the fragments of the Shanhai Sutra.

But... the world created by fragments of the Mountain and Sea Sutra should not be illusory? Why do you accumulate merits in those worlds to do good deeds and benefit the people, but the merits you have accumulated are real?
Chapter completed!